Post by Corey Black on Jan 13, 2012 17:18:09 GMT -5
The scene opens to a man wearing a Jason Voorhees style hockey mask. As the camera zooms out, it's a whole group of men wearing the same mask. Dudes of all shapes and sizes. Some small, some big, some skinny, some tall.. they're walking down a street, in a 'V' formation. The street is lined with houses, cars, and trees, looking like a suburban setting. As the men march, clouds begin forming over head. The man in the front of the 'V' throws a fist to the sky, and the others follow suit. They all begin pumping said fist, over and over, and then begin chanting. "X ... I ... I ... I ... THIRTEEN! X ... I ... I ... I ... THIRTEEN! X ... I ... I ... I ... THIRTEEN!" They walk toward the camera, which is moving backward on the street. Before too long, the street turns into a gravel parking lot. The men keep marching. The gravel parking lot turns into a field of grass. The men keep marching. The group stops, as does the camera, and it swings around, showing the XIII set. A very bare bones stage set-up, with a small stage and ramp leading down to the two rings with the cage covering it. The cage itself has to be twenty feet tall. Inside the ring stands Corey Black. To either side of him, outside the cage, nothing. Standing room only at XIII, with bleachers set up further back. There's no barricade, only ones leading from the stage to the ring. The camera inches closer and closer to the cage while the men in the masks surround it. Zooming in on Corey Black, who is wearing jeans and a black hoodie, he begins speaking.
Corey Black
It's that time of the year again... Friday the thirteenth is upon us, and once again WCF travels out to Iowa for my very own XIII. It's been happening for a while now, and none is as big as this. I've came out of my own event with the World Championship, but I have never gone into it holding the belt. It's a monumental occasion, considering that fact, and that this will be my first match after my ten year anniversary with WCF as a whole. I've given myself and Odin free reign on choosing teams, he chose a couple of new guys and Gravedigger, I stuck to who I knew would tear the place down. It's not an instance of 'old vs new' like Team 'Bad Mother Fucker' would want you to think. Nor did I scramble to find my team. I sent out four feelers, three came back and said yes almost without waiting. The first I asked was D-Day, knowing full well that we have had our differences, I knew he'd be on board. The cat is on fire. He may have lost the One Invitational, but he made it to the finals, and was awarded the US Title in the process. He's young, he's hungry, and he wants to prove himself even more to the WCF fanbase. The US Title nor World TItle will do that, you need to be the winning end of some epic shit. This match... this will do it.
I then went to Jay Price. Just coming back after a bit of a sabbatical. He came in to my match at One and dropped Torture on his face, not to help me get the win, but to prove to Torture that he shouldn't have been anywhere near my shining moment in WCF. It won't take him long to move back up the card, but I knew he wanted a piece of Gravedigger, and I knew Odin would choose the big man for his team. It was one of those obvious scenarios. So I went to Jay, and I said 'look... I'm not saying you owe me one, but check this out... you get your hands on Gravedigger and whoever else Odin picks...' It was almost a yes before I even said the final words.
And then.. you have Greenfever. What the fuck can I say about that dude? Fucker DIED at the last show. He was cold, dead, gone. I seem to be the only one that knows you cannot keep GOD down. Greenfever version 3.0 is back, and clearly he wants blood. I'm glad he's on my team, no doubt. Greenie just rounds it out. It's not that he is the best, but he is for damn sure the most dangerous, and he is exactly the kind of guy you need in War Games. Greenfever will have no issue destroying any man in those rings, probably with a switch(es) blade. He's been out of the loop for a while now, but he already understands things better than the entire Team 'Bad Mother Fucker' ever could. That's the problem with choosing a load of chumps, though, isn't it? You get a bunch of idiots that don't know the first thing about the event.
Take Johnny Fly for example.. dude doesn't even know the name of the event. I know you're the TV Champion and all, but come on dude. Not only that, but he is slamming his own teammates left and right, as if he is God's gift to WCF. You may think that, Johnny, and good for you, because it'll only get you so far. When I started in this company, nobody would take me in. Nobody wanted me in WCF, but I stuck around. I paid my dues, then I talked shit. You? You talk shit, and soon someone will break your neck. You think you're a better guy to represent the company than me? You've bee around a month and a half, tops. Me? A decade. You may not be the smartest tool in the shed, like you so believe. Eight. Idiot. It's whatever though, you're just another new guy running his mouth and you'll be out of here faster than that. You don't have lasting appeal, Johnny. You strike me as the kind of guy that will lose one match and bail with his tail between his legs. That is what separates the WCF talent from the fuckheads that Seth allows to grace our ring. Douchebags like Johnny Knoxville, who lost once and cried while leaving. That's you. You obviously don't get alone well with others, threatening to beat the shit out of your own partner. Fuck man, I don't even know why Odin allowed you onto his team. Team 'Zombie' is tight. Nobody wants to beat the fuck out of each other.
It's all well and good, though. Go ahead, beat your own partner to a pulp. Make it seem like you don't even want to be a part of the team. Easier for us to pick you apart. I hate to be 'that guy,' but as reigning World Champion, and basically the locker room leader, you're a piece of shit, Fly. Step up to the plate if you want, then quit when you are defeated. TV Title or not, big mouth or not, wasting television time with seventy segments of nothing or not, you will never step into my shoes and lead WCF. You don't have the skill, attitude, patience, time, or longevity. One man wrecking machine, paving your own way to hell and War. You have the most confidence I have ever seen in someone lacking in every other category. Who knows, this could be your turning point. Maybe, when you lose, you'll prove me wrong and you won't run away like a cunt-ass bitch. Then again, you probably will, and that's just mission accomplished in the truest sense of the phrase. Six matches in, and you think you're WCF's leader. Fuckin' A. You did get a few things right, though. Your entire team makes a total IQ of around thirty. Odin has lost his mind. Gage Gannon is Big Time Jerks level of stupid. And this is Gravedigger's first real test as Hardcore Champion. To be fair, this is YOUR first real test in WCF, though. And you, frankly, already failed. Nobody will take a guy like you seriously, no matter how many people you beat. That's not how you move up in WCF. Wins don't hurt by any means, but you have to be able to do it all. That's where Odin ran into the wall. He can crush dudes all year long, but as soon as he's put in the biggest match of his life, he crumbles to the mat and is pinned. Odin is a better man than you, Fly, and I think very bad about Odin Balfore.
Speaking of lower than Odin Balfore... Gage Gannon, what is up? You, my friend, fucking suck. And you're stupid to boot. I don't need this World Title to know I am the best, that was a circumstance of the victory over the best. My mission wasn't World Title related at all. Maybe if you'd pay attention, you'd realize that. All I want to do it to compete with the very best WCF has to offer. That match at One could have been just one on one with Odin, no titles at all, and I still would have thought it was the biggest match of my life. I am a legend in WCF, though. Not UWF. I don't even know what the fuck UWF is, nor do I care. It's clear you just took a script and replaced the names. That's fine and dandy, though. It's a miracle you can even read or write, let alone have the motor functions to wrestle. After you step into the cage with a guy like Greenfever, or even me to an extent, your functionality will be slim to none. Your neck bones will be in at least sixteen places, one of which may or may not be sticking out of your skin. Get your shit together before you agree to take part in a match like this. Stop worrying about that jobber Joel Hall, and put one hundred percent of whatever it is you may have into defeating Team 'Zombie.' Let me deal with Joel later. It most certainly won't be tonight, he's not booked.
I am a jobber killer though, Gage. While you sit there and go from company to company beating the 'best' they have, I help my own company by eliminating the worst we have. It's the circle of WCF, you see. It's how we stay the best. Nobodies like Joel Hall sign up, change their gimmick fourty times, and leave. Why do they leave? Because I send them out of here on a stretcher. Keep running your mouth like you think you know 'UWF' history, and see what hospital room you end up in. Your first test is knowing what company you are wrestling for. You don't see me going around and claiming to be an IWF legend. It's because I can keep my shit straight. I know WCF isn't IWF, and they have little to nothing to do with each other. No matter how hard you or anyone else tries to bring UWF or ACW or wherever the fuck else you hippies come from, none of it impacts WCF. When a guy like me at on top of the mountain, everything else is obsolete.
My thoughts move to Gravedigger, a dude that has beaten all the best WCF has to offer, yet refuses to allow the new guys the spotlight. A glory hog, trying to take the very essence of his team and bring them down. You know, GD, I almost asked you to be on my team. I knew full well you probably would have said no, but let it be know you crossed my mind. That is, until I realized you're a shell of yourself. I can say that shit, because that used to be me. You're all about the cash money now, not the love of the sport. And that's going to get you beat later on tonight. Jay Price wants your head on a fucking platter, and I'm serving you up for dinner. XIII IS my baby, and I'll be damned if I let you or anyone else on your team ruin it for me. It's fine though, you've got your mind on Chester and Seth's anal cavity, so there's no reason to think you'll bring anything to the table inside the steel cage. Don't you worry about Greenfever, the guy is indestructible. Dr. Heill had my back on that one. You focus on trying to stop Jay. Leave your recent history with D-Day behind, too, because he for damn sure is. My team is focused on helping me get the victory, your team is focused on getting themselves over. It sucks that you had to agree to this and bring your own name into the mud with the rest of these guys. Gravedigger once struck fear into the hearts of anyone in WCF, now I can only think of rainbows and unicorns. By the way you tore down Team 'Zombie' it's a miracle how you didn't see the faults in your own team, GD. Fly will DDT you faster than Jay Price will even think about hitting me.
I wasn't afraid when you were announced, big man, in fact like I said before, I expected it. That's how I got Sir Jay to say yes. It's a matter of War Games we are talking here, and Team 'Bad Mother Fucker' can only get themselves over. I, on the other hand, know full well that I chose my team wisely. I'd take these three into battle with anyone WCF has ever, or will ever see. That will be your downfall, Gravedigger. A well oiled machine verses four men looking out for themselves and themselves alone. I had my guys together in less than two hours. Odin took DAYS to get people to say yes. He's that guy. The kind of person nobody wants to represent, becaue he's a giant loser in the eyes of the WCF fans. I don't doubt for one second that if I had asked the same people Odin did, they'd all choose my side. And it's not because I am the World Champion, it is because I am WCF personified. Gravediggers name is down the list when people think of the WCF greats. My name? Very top. Nobody can touch me, and nobody will ever be able to. Corey Black is WCF, WCF is Corey Black. Fuck you for thinking anything different.
And all this leads me to the leader of Team 'Bad Mother Fucker,' THE 'Bad Mother Fucker' himself. Hey there, former champ. How's your face? Last time I saw it, most of it was on my boot. It's ridiculous how you tried to turn this into a 'vets verses new guys' match, when you have Gravedigger on your team. Everyone else on my team is newer to WCF than Gravedigger is. It's not about Seth, either, because GD is Seth's BFF now. Who has the World Championship isn't for Seth to decide, it is for the wrestlers in the ring to battle for. I earned my shot like anyone else; beating everyone in my path on my way to the top. Pinning you in the tag match was just icing on the cake. Ever since I returned to WCF, nobody has been able to touch me. Not even you, Odin. I did you a favor by allowing you to choose your own team. I could have done it for you, and teamed you up with a bunch of bullshit wrestlers like Johnny Fly, Gage Gannon, and Gravedigger.
... fuck that is the team you chose! Well done, big man. You chose the worst possible team, and you're not even focused on the match. Why the hell does everyone need to talk about Joel Hall. The guy isn't going to be at Water Works Park. He's a nobody. El Mideo Extremo was a nobody. He does not fucking matter. What matters is two rings, a giant steel cage, and eight men inside it. You may have your strategy all figured out, how you will crush me, Gravedigger will take Greenfever, and the two new guys will make names for themselves by eliminating Price and D-Day. You didn't factor in one little thing... I am starting out for my team. You could send every guy into the match before any one of my team comes in, and within those five minutes, they'll be knocked out in a corner. I will be there in the middle of the ring, waiting for you, Odin. It seems as if beating you at One just wasn't enough. I'm going to have to do it over and over until you get the hint. You're beneath me. You may have powerbombed my ass straight to IWF, but that was then, this is now. I'm faster, I'm stronger, motherfucker I am better than I was at my WCF peak. A decade in, and I am just now showing my full potential to the world. And that's bad for you, because before this, I was the best WCF has ever seen. Now, the best is better, and he's going to be locked inside a cage with you.
Enjoy your spotlight while you can. You claim Seth won't give it to you, but I will? That's ridiculous. XIII isn't so you and your team can have the stage, Odin. It's for me to show the world that I am the fucking best. I do what I want at XIII, and what I want to do is leave your face on my boot once again. Maybe I'll take Fly's as well, just so he will shut his mouth. We don't need to prove anything, Odin. D-Day is one of the best, Greenfever is one of the best, Jay Price is one of the best... I AM the best. You may be a bad motherfucker, you might be the most dominate champions we have ever seen, but you're not on my league. You're not even in Jay Price's league. Win this match? Then we can talk. You need that big win to cement yourself. I just got mine. I can finally say, without question, I am the best wrestler WCF has ever seen. Odin, you're big and bad, and all that... but you're nowhere near the best. You walk into XIII just like you walked into One. Confident, fearless, overburdened. I will walk out of XIII just like I walked out of One ... the winner.
The camera zooms out, and the group of masked men are gone. In their place, an entire crowd of rabid Des Moines natives. They begin pounding on the cage. It's now night, and it begins to sprinkle a bit. XIII is upon us. Who will survive, if anyone?
Corey Black
It's that time of the year again... Friday the thirteenth is upon us, and once again WCF travels out to Iowa for my very own XIII. It's been happening for a while now, and none is as big as this. I've came out of my own event with the World Championship, but I have never gone into it holding the belt. It's a monumental occasion, considering that fact, and that this will be my first match after my ten year anniversary with WCF as a whole. I've given myself and Odin free reign on choosing teams, he chose a couple of new guys and Gravedigger, I stuck to who I knew would tear the place down. It's not an instance of 'old vs new' like Team 'Bad Mother Fucker' would want you to think. Nor did I scramble to find my team. I sent out four feelers, three came back and said yes almost without waiting. The first I asked was D-Day, knowing full well that we have had our differences, I knew he'd be on board. The cat is on fire. He may have lost the One Invitational, but he made it to the finals, and was awarded the US Title in the process. He's young, he's hungry, and he wants to prove himself even more to the WCF fanbase. The US Title nor World TItle will do that, you need to be the winning end of some epic shit. This match... this will do it.
I then went to Jay Price. Just coming back after a bit of a sabbatical. He came in to my match at One and dropped Torture on his face, not to help me get the win, but to prove to Torture that he shouldn't have been anywhere near my shining moment in WCF. It won't take him long to move back up the card, but I knew he wanted a piece of Gravedigger, and I knew Odin would choose the big man for his team. It was one of those obvious scenarios. So I went to Jay, and I said 'look... I'm not saying you owe me one, but check this out... you get your hands on Gravedigger and whoever else Odin picks...' It was almost a yes before I even said the final words.
And then.. you have Greenfever. What the fuck can I say about that dude? Fucker DIED at the last show. He was cold, dead, gone. I seem to be the only one that knows you cannot keep GOD down. Greenfever version 3.0 is back, and clearly he wants blood. I'm glad he's on my team, no doubt. Greenie just rounds it out. It's not that he is the best, but he is for damn sure the most dangerous, and he is exactly the kind of guy you need in War Games. Greenfever will have no issue destroying any man in those rings, probably with a switch(es) blade. He's been out of the loop for a while now, but he already understands things better than the entire Team 'Bad Mother Fucker' ever could. That's the problem with choosing a load of chumps, though, isn't it? You get a bunch of idiots that don't know the first thing about the event.
Take Johnny Fly for example.. dude doesn't even know the name of the event. I know you're the TV Champion and all, but come on dude. Not only that, but he is slamming his own teammates left and right, as if he is God's gift to WCF. You may think that, Johnny, and good for you, because it'll only get you so far. When I started in this company, nobody would take me in. Nobody wanted me in WCF, but I stuck around. I paid my dues, then I talked shit. You? You talk shit, and soon someone will break your neck. You think you're a better guy to represent the company than me? You've bee around a month and a half, tops. Me? A decade. You may not be the smartest tool in the shed, like you so believe. Eight. Idiot. It's whatever though, you're just another new guy running his mouth and you'll be out of here faster than that. You don't have lasting appeal, Johnny. You strike me as the kind of guy that will lose one match and bail with his tail between his legs. That is what separates the WCF talent from the fuckheads that Seth allows to grace our ring. Douchebags like Johnny Knoxville, who lost once and cried while leaving. That's you. You obviously don't get alone well with others, threatening to beat the shit out of your own partner. Fuck man, I don't even know why Odin allowed you onto his team. Team 'Zombie' is tight. Nobody wants to beat the fuck out of each other.
It's all well and good, though. Go ahead, beat your own partner to a pulp. Make it seem like you don't even want to be a part of the team. Easier for us to pick you apart. I hate to be 'that guy,' but as reigning World Champion, and basically the locker room leader, you're a piece of shit, Fly. Step up to the plate if you want, then quit when you are defeated. TV Title or not, big mouth or not, wasting television time with seventy segments of nothing or not, you will never step into my shoes and lead WCF. You don't have the skill, attitude, patience, time, or longevity. One man wrecking machine, paving your own way to hell and War. You have the most confidence I have ever seen in someone lacking in every other category. Who knows, this could be your turning point. Maybe, when you lose, you'll prove me wrong and you won't run away like a cunt-ass bitch. Then again, you probably will, and that's just mission accomplished in the truest sense of the phrase. Six matches in, and you think you're WCF's leader. Fuckin' A. You did get a few things right, though. Your entire team makes a total IQ of around thirty. Odin has lost his mind. Gage Gannon is Big Time Jerks level of stupid. And this is Gravedigger's first real test as Hardcore Champion. To be fair, this is YOUR first real test in WCF, though. And you, frankly, already failed. Nobody will take a guy like you seriously, no matter how many people you beat. That's not how you move up in WCF. Wins don't hurt by any means, but you have to be able to do it all. That's where Odin ran into the wall. He can crush dudes all year long, but as soon as he's put in the biggest match of his life, he crumbles to the mat and is pinned. Odin is a better man than you, Fly, and I think very bad about Odin Balfore.
Speaking of lower than Odin Balfore... Gage Gannon, what is up? You, my friend, fucking suck. And you're stupid to boot. I don't need this World Title to know I am the best, that was a circumstance of the victory over the best. My mission wasn't World Title related at all. Maybe if you'd pay attention, you'd realize that. All I want to do it to compete with the very best WCF has to offer. That match at One could have been just one on one with Odin, no titles at all, and I still would have thought it was the biggest match of my life. I am a legend in WCF, though. Not UWF. I don't even know what the fuck UWF is, nor do I care. It's clear you just took a script and replaced the names. That's fine and dandy, though. It's a miracle you can even read or write, let alone have the motor functions to wrestle. After you step into the cage with a guy like Greenfever, or even me to an extent, your functionality will be slim to none. Your neck bones will be in at least sixteen places, one of which may or may not be sticking out of your skin. Get your shit together before you agree to take part in a match like this. Stop worrying about that jobber Joel Hall, and put one hundred percent of whatever it is you may have into defeating Team 'Zombie.' Let me deal with Joel later. It most certainly won't be tonight, he's not booked.
I am a jobber killer though, Gage. While you sit there and go from company to company beating the 'best' they have, I help my own company by eliminating the worst we have. It's the circle of WCF, you see. It's how we stay the best. Nobodies like Joel Hall sign up, change their gimmick fourty times, and leave. Why do they leave? Because I send them out of here on a stretcher. Keep running your mouth like you think you know 'UWF' history, and see what hospital room you end up in. Your first test is knowing what company you are wrestling for. You don't see me going around and claiming to be an IWF legend. It's because I can keep my shit straight. I know WCF isn't IWF, and they have little to nothing to do with each other. No matter how hard you or anyone else tries to bring UWF or ACW or wherever the fuck else you hippies come from, none of it impacts WCF. When a guy like me at on top of the mountain, everything else is obsolete.
My thoughts move to Gravedigger, a dude that has beaten all the best WCF has to offer, yet refuses to allow the new guys the spotlight. A glory hog, trying to take the very essence of his team and bring them down. You know, GD, I almost asked you to be on my team. I knew full well you probably would have said no, but let it be know you crossed my mind. That is, until I realized you're a shell of yourself. I can say that shit, because that used to be me. You're all about the cash money now, not the love of the sport. And that's going to get you beat later on tonight. Jay Price wants your head on a fucking platter, and I'm serving you up for dinner. XIII IS my baby, and I'll be damned if I let you or anyone else on your team ruin it for me. It's fine though, you've got your mind on Chester and Seth's anal cavity, so there's no reason to think you'll bring anything to the table inside the steel cage. Don't you worry about Greenfever, the guy is indestructible. Dr. Heill had my back on that one. You focus on trying to stop Jay. Leave your recent history with D-Day behind, too, because he for damn sure is. My team is focused on helping me get the victory, your team is focused on getting themselves over. It sucks that you had to agree to this and bring your own name into the mud with the rest of these guys. Gravedigger once struck fear into the hearts of anyone in WCF, now I can only think of rainbows and unicorns. By the way you tore down Team 'Zombie' it's a miracle how you didn't see the faults in your own team, GD. Fly will DDT you faster than Jay Price will even think about hitting me.
I wasn't afraid when you were announced, big man, in fact like I said before, I expected it. That's how I got Sir Jay to say yes. It's a matter of War Games we are talking here, and Team 'Bad Mother Fucker' can only get themselves over. I, on the other hand, know full well that I chose my team wisely. I'd take these three into battle with anyone WCF has ever, or will ever see. That will be your downfall, Gravedigger. A well oiled machine verses four men looking out for themselves and themselves alone. I had my guys together in less than two hours. Odin took DAYS to get people to say yes. He's that guy. The kind of person nobody wants to represent, becaue he's a giant loser in the eyes of the WCF fans. I don't doubt for one second that if I had asked the same people Odin did, they'd all choose my side. And it's not because I am the World Champion, it is because I am WCF personified. Gravediggers name is down the list when people think of the WCF greats. My name? Very top. Nobody can touch me, and nobody will ever be able to. Corey Black is WCF, WCF is Corey Black. Fuck you for thinking anything different.
And all this leads me to the leader of Team 'Bad Mother Fucker,' THE 'Bad Mother Fucker' himself. Hey there, former champ. How's your face? Last time I saw it, most of it was on my boot. It's ridiculous how you tried to turn this into a 'vets verses new guys' match, when you have Gravedigger on your team. Everyone else on my team is newer to WCF than Gravedigger is. It's not about Seth, either, because GD is Seth's BFF now. Who has the World Championship isn't for Seth to decide, it is for the wrestlers in the ring to battle for. I earned my shot like anyone else; beating everyone in my path on my way to the top. Pinning you in the tag match was just icing on the cake. Ever since I returned to WCF, nobody has been able to touch me. Not even you, Odin. I did you a favor by allowing you to choose your own team. I could have done it for you, and teamed you up with a bunch of bullshit wrestlers like Johnny Fly, Gage Gannon, and Gravedigger.
... fuck that is the team you chose! Well done, big man. You chose the worst possible team, and you're not even focused on the match. Why the hell does everyone need to talk about Joel Hall. The guy isn't going to be at Water Works Park. He's a nobody. El Mideo Extremo was a nobody. He does not fucking matter. What matters is two rings, a giant steel cage, and eight men inside it. You may have your strategy all figured out, how you will crush me, Gravedigger will take Greenfever, and the two new guys will make names for themselves by eliminating Price and D-Day. You didn't factor in one little thing... I am starting out for my team. You could send every guy into the match before any one of my team comes in, and within those five minutes, they'll be knocked out in a corner. I will be there in the middle of the ring, waiting for you, Odin. It seems as if beating you at One just wasn't enough. I'm going to have to do it over and over until you get the hint. You're beneath me. You may have powerbombed my ass straight to IWF, but that was then, this is now. I'm faster, I'm stronger, motherfucker I am better than I was at my WCF peak. A decade in, and I am just now showing my full potential to the world. And that's bad for you, because before this, I was the best WCF has ever seen. Now, the best is better, and he's going to be locked inside a cage with you.
Enjoy your spotlight while you can. You claim Seth won't give it to you, but I will? That's ridiculous. XIII isn't so you and your team can have the stage, Odin. It's for me to show the world that I am the fucking best. I do what I want at XIII, and what I want to do is leave your face on my boot once again. Maybe I'll take Fly's as well, just so he will shut his mouth. We don't need to prove anything, Odin. D-Day is one of the best, Greenfever is one of the best, Jay Price is one of the best... I AM the best. You may be a bad motherfucker, you might be the most dominate champions we have ever seen, but you're not on my league. You're not even in Jay Price's league. Win this match? Then we can talk. You need that big win to cement yourself. I just got mine. I can finally say, without question, I am the best wrestler WCF has ever seen. Odin, you're big and bad, and all that... but you're nowhere near the best. You walk into XIII just like you walked into One. Confident, fearless, overburdened. I will walk out of XIII just like I walked out of One ... the winner.
The camera zooms out, and the group of masked men are gone. In their place, an entire crowd of rabid Des Moines natives. They begin pounding on the cage. It's now night, and it begins to sprinkle a bit. XIII is upon us. Who will survive, if anyone?
